We used to have a full-headed Frankenstein rubber mask.
My father scared the bleep out of my younger, dyslexic brother one time, by laying on an ironing board wunderneath a blanket, and then raising up when my brother Danny came into the room.
He cried a lot, and was terrified of that mask for years.
We used to scare him with it.
Finally, one day he realized it was just a mask, and no harm could come of it.
He was sure scared of that thing, though.
My brother Dan is dead now, and has been for years. That is sad.
I feel bad for scaring him with that mask for my own amusement and entertainment.
Nothing I can do about it now.
Some people think there is a heaven, and that I'll be able to tell him I'm sorry for doing that in the after-life, but that is just one big joke.
It is now amazing to me that people believe there is an actual physical place of Heaven, and of Hell.
Besides existing on a psychological level, I don't think there is an actual place you go to when you die.
The same thing happens to you when a cockroach dies. You just cease to be alive, and that is all, folks.
Sorry to burst your bubble if you believe otherwise. It's not my problem.
And if you don't like my writing, don't read it.
At least I can guarantee you my honesty, and that is more than others can promise to you.
Anyways, thanks for reading.
One of those days, I will have to look up that Frankenstein mask on the web, and post it here when I am not lazy.
I can be very lazy.
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